Death Warrant Page #3

Give me a day or two...

and I can locate any terminals

it's been accessed from.

You'll find out whose file it was.

Great. I'll take you home.

Your parents'll kill me.

Who needs parents? We're both adults.

Aren't we?

I'm an adult...

and you're a kid.

Your hormones are workin' overtime.

Come on. I'll take you home.

I'd rather not tell Keane about

what I'm doing with the computers.

Burke thinks we can get it done

a lot quicker without his interference.

I wonder if Detective Burke isn't

interfering with your work habits.

We have procedures for a reason.

I know what I'm doing.

I hope you do.

I promised your father

I'd take care of you.

Don't worry.

Damn it! It took you long enough.

You want to talk now?

Look, I found out some things...

about what they did to Barrett.

He didn't deserve what they did to him.

We used to smuggle out

some drugs from overstock.

Well, I was in surgery last night...

Sh*t. That's...

If he finds his keys missing,

I'm a dead man.

Relax.

Don't worry.

I need protection.

Another guy got spiked last night,

and this is serious sh*t!

Quiet.

I've got to get this key back to Priest.

Protection.

I need protection.

Lady-killer.

Just thought you'd like to know...

I think somebody's

gonna pay you a visit tonight.

I'd think twice about sleeping.

Thanks.

I just hate to see a good man go to waste.

I finally figured out the password.

I've had the computer running

word variations for hours.

Of course, you know, it was

a special program I devised myself.

You know, I was reading

this article in a men's magazine...

about the virility of men

in their middle to late teens...

- Right.

- Just do it.

Right. Here we go.

Morpheus was the Greek god of sleep.

I'm a whiz at mythology.

Criminals have a sense of humor.

Yes! We're in.

You're kidding me?

No. Is there anything else you need?

Print it out.

Can you make a copy of this file?

- Sure I can.

- Great.

What the hell is it doing?

Someone is destroying it

from the other end.

- Well, stop it.

- I can't.

We just have to hope

it started the print copy first.

Where's this file accessed from?

The infirmary, for one.

I checked up on the other abbreviation.

"H-L-E" is a coding system

for a tissue type.

I'm still checking on

that other point of access.

It's definitely someone

outside the prison.

That's our key player.

This is my beeper number.

Call me as soon as you find it out.

Tisdale, you are a stud.

All the Sleep file contained was

a list of prisoner I.D. numbers...

strung together along with

the prisoners' blood types.

Every person who was on that list

has been killed.

- It's a hit list.

- Exactly.

Each victim had a physical

days before they were killed.

Each one came up clean.

No diseases, no drug addiction, nothing.

I think someone from the outside

is working with the guards.

Keane would have access to the files.

There's something else.

Your number's next on the list.

What's going on in here?

Help me.

- Grab him.

- Help me!

What are you doing in my prison?

Is something wrong with your mouth?

You killed Konefke.

I didn't do it.

I know.

Strip him.

When I know you

When I know you

When I know you like I know

You got a big mouth, Jersey.

I didn't say no names.

I didn't say you.

Who's there?

What's going on? What do you want?

We wanna talk, just like Burke.

I didn't talk to Burke.

I didn't say nothing.

Who said I talked to Burke?

This is bullshit.

What is that?

Sh*t. Oh, God.

Hey, wait a minute. You can't do this.

You gotta hear my side of it.

Somebody's lyin', man!

Somebody's f***in' lying on me!

You can't do this, man!

Oh, God. Just stop. Wait a minute.

Just wait one second! Oh, God.

What did you say to Burke?

Who said I talked?

How did you find that out?

That's bullshit, man!

I swear to God I didn't talk!

Stop it! What are you doin'?

You're crazy, man! People will find out!

What do you want me to do?

What do you want me to do?

I'll give you anything! What do you want?

You're a liar, Myerson.

Don't! Please!

This is ridiculous.

Do you wanna see your husband?

The purse.

Then bring in a female guard.

None seem to be available.

Up with the arms.

I don't know.

I'm sorry, missy...

but you're gonna have

to remove your clothes.

Your husband is waiting.

Clean up and get dressed.

Your pretty little wife wants to see you.

You have a half hour, Burke.

Have a good time there, buddy.

- Oh, God.

- It's okay.

- Who did this to you?

- The guards.

They let two prisoners into my cell.

One of them had an ice pick.

At least we know

who's been spiking people.

What about you?

Nothing.

You look like hell.

So do you.

I checked on Dr. Gottesman, and...

And?

He didn't get into med school here.

He went to South America.

South America?

- And, um...

- And?

There were a couple...

of, um...

malpractice suits.

You're so beautiful.

You guys are all spooked 'cause

you think there's some big conspiracy.

Priest, you know as well as I

what's going on.

Brother got his brains scrambled

just last night.

Straight through the skull

like a piece of meat.

It could be me next, could be you.

So big, white Superman's

gonna save our asses?

What makes you think we wanna be saved?

Burke needs our help.

He needs a distraction.

- Good work, Hawkins.

- Thank the Priest.

- Sh*t!

- Yeah, it's locked.

They cart this medical waste

in and out of here day and night.

- Where?

- I don't know.

They got a special pickup for it.

It's hazardous.

Oh, yeah?

Let's see what's inside. Watch your eye.

Funny. Hurry up.

Hold this.

It's a human heart.

Oh, God.

What's going on?

New dude being brought in.

All this for a new fish?

Man, this ain't no fish. This is the man.

Long time no see, Burke.

Would you like to know

what's out there, Burke?

Would you like to know

what's on the other side?

You know what prisoners hate

more than anything else, Burke?

Prisoners hate cops

more than anything else.

F***ing pigs!

Every killer in this prison...

is gonna know who you are.

And you're not gonna know

when it's coming.

Let him go.

Bring me a dream, Burke.

Bring me a dream.

Hey, you belong to me!

He's a cop! The only good cop...

I'm gonna rip your eyes out!

Get me some chitlins.

I gotta get outta here!

Get me out of this pen!

You pig!

That's a load of sh*t you were

giving us. Barrett wasn't your friend.

I'm trying to stop what's going on here.

Doesn't that make a difference?

In the cage, man, a cop is worse than a...

baby raper.

Why are you still here?

You're a dead man.

I need your help.

It's too late.

Miss Beckett, I've been looking for you.

You stay the hell away from me.

Tom. Excuse me. I need to speak with you.

- What's wrong?

- It's urgent.

It's about Keane.

Let's go inside.

Now, you want to tell me what's going on?

We have to get Burke out of there.

Keane has been in on this the entire time.

Wait. This has to do with it.

- Yeah, Tis, it's me.

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